Adores Buddha(worshipper!!)Thanking the Almighty for having given me birth in orthodox Scholarly South Indian Brahmin Family veg for unlimited generations linealogy known for Compassion Unlimited For animals.

Individual going up a Life= simple, free from anger, jealousy , wordly proliferation/desires,equanimity in Joy and sorrow,pure veg-eating only for body needs not for taste buds=strict diet, tetotaler,seeker of knowledge /leading to Wisdom- multi disciplinary knowledge-fav color=white,light blue.EXTROVERT loves people for what thy are, accepts all who lead life of ahimsa.
lover of erudite witticism, Smiling Happy, Contented, helping...

Monday must be The most horrible of daysBut wait, please listen Do not worry my friendAll Mondays must endTuesday morning will beFaster will pass you will seeWednesday is the midleSome words I'ii write in a ridl Let us make this winter dayA joyful and bright Thursday Friday is certainly the bestYou work with a smileAnd just for a little whileBecause tomorrow, Saturdat will beAnd after Sunday will come For you and me And we will go on livingAnother week has passed Another will begin

A child is...A butterfly in the wind,Some can fly higher than others;But each one flies the best they can.Why compare one against the other?Each one is different!Each one is special!Each one is beautiful!

I wish you a great friday and a wonderful weekend my special friend With LoveAna

"Great spirits have always found violent opposition from mediocrities. The latter cannot understand it when a man does not thoughtlessly submit to hereditary prejudices, but honestly and courageously uses his intelligence and fulfills the duty to express the results of his thought in clear form."Albert Einstein

Friendship is a golden chainthe links are friends so dearand like a rare and precious jewelit's treasured more each year...for as long as memories liveyears can't erase the pleasurethe joy that friendship givesfor friendship is a priceless giftthat can't be bought or soldbut to have an understanding friendis worth far more than goldand the golden chain of friendshipis a strong and blessed tiebinding kinded hearts togetheras the years go passing by.

Could we but draw back the curtain,That surrounds each others lives,See the naked heart and spirit;Know what spur the action gives;Often we would find it better,Purer then we think we would.We would love each other better,If we only understood.

There's nothing as niceAs someone who shares,Your laughter, your secrets, Your wishes and cares,Someone who's there Through your good times and tears,Who stays by your side As your friend through the years.

"No birth certificate is issued when friendship is born. There is nothing tangible. There is just a feeling that your life is different and that your capacity to love and care has miraculously been enlarged with out any effort on your part. It's like having a tiny apartment and somebody moves in with you. But instead of becoming cramped and crowded, the space expands, and you discover rooms you never knew you had until your friend moved in with you."

"We call that person who has lost his father, an orphan; and a widower that man who has lost his wife. But that who has known the immense unhappiness of losing a friend, by what name do we call him? Here every language is silent and holds its peace in impotence."

"When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives means the most us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving much advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a gentle and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares."

My soul is the piano, Your words are the keys.Together we compose, The most wonderfu melodies.Daily my soul replaysAll the wordsYou send my way.Just like a composerWhen is writing a play.I hear all the music, As you strikes a key.And a great orchestra, Is what you make see.We are two souls Sharing a common ground.The wonderful friendship That we have found.So what is a piano, Without the player.It's like a soul, Without a desire.That sits alone in the dark, Waiting for someone to light a spark.A hope or a desire, Waiting for someone to inspire.To play the song of the heart, A song of two souls that will never depart.